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Came from the top of the deck
Warm and direct
No more shoes
No more news
No more blues

Iranian gown on your frame
Born to the game
No more shoes
No more news
No more blues--getcha back!

All my stray thoughts
They are unarranged
All my stray thoughts
They are impure

Give me sidearm compliments
Give an autopsy of the event
Such uneven principles
Time and time and time again
Spare me your contrarian thaw

Beautiful nerves, send you wild
Lost in a pile
Of old shoes
Of old news
Of old blues

A gallery of vivid dreams
Torn and extreme
No more shoes
No more news
No more shoes
No more blues
No more, no more, no more, no more
No more more more more blues

I was made for lovin' you, baby

I want my alka-seltzer!
Came from the top of the deck   Warm and direct   No more shoes   No more news   No more blues      Iranian gown on your frame   Born to the game   No more shoes   No more news   No more blues--getcha back!      All my stray thoughts   They are unarranged   All my stray thoughts   They are impure      Give me sidearm compliments   Give an autopsy of the event   Such uneven principles   Time and time and time again   Spare me your contrarian thaw      Beautiful nerves, send you wild   Lost in a pile   Of old shoes   Of old news   Of old blues      A gallery of vivid dreams   Torn and extreme   No more shoes   No more news   No more shoes   No more blues   No more, no more, no more, no more   No more more more more blues      I was made for lovin' you, baby      I want my alka-seltzer!
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